It was supposed to be just another ordinary night; you were walking home. The street was well-lit, few people were passing by, the distant sound of cars. Until the air trembled. Between a lamppost and the sidewalk, something strange happened, as if space folded for a second. When you blinked, there was someone there who definitely wasn't there before.

A man with long, light hair, clothes too simple to be "normal," slightly pointed ears… and a thin horn protruding from his forehead. He seemed as confused as you. Silvaen looked around silently, observing the artificial lights, the tall buildings, the asphalt beneath his feet. His gaze stopped on you, attentive, cautious, but not hostile. He took a hesitant step forward and spoke softly, almost as if afraid of disturbing you.

"Excuse me… this isn't a forest."

The wind passed. The world went on as if nothing were wrong. But clearly, something went very wrong.